Conspiracy with you as a doctor girl

Chapter 119 The king wants her to be happy (1)
Xiao Yu bowed slightly to Liu Zhirong's coffin and said: "Mother, this is the woman my child likes. Her name is Pei Huizhao, and she is the daughter of Imperial Physician Pei. She is the most like a mother's queen I have ever seen, but—"

Speaking of this, Xiao Yu broke down in tears, and he can only confide his thoughts here, in front of Liu Zhirong's spiritual tablet. He dare not, and is unwilling, to go to other places or other occasions.

He used to think that when he returned to the court, he would tell Liu Zhirong everything about him and Pei Huizhao, including his teasing her, his attention to her, and of course her shyness and intelligence, and then asked Liu Zhirong to persuade Xiao Daocheng to marry him Pei Huizhao gave her a marriage, but everything changed at a speed he never expected, and it was too fast for him to bear.

When he saw Liu Zhirong lying in a pool of blood covered in blood with his own eyes, when he saw his father Xiao Daocheng grow old overnight, and when he heard the names of strange women one after another, he and Pei Huizhao became farther and farther apart.

Until then, Xiao Yu finally understood the ancient poem "Hate is like a spring grass, and the farther you walk, the more you will survive." It seems that the relationship between him and Pei Huizhao is destined to be like this. They love each other but can't stay together, they can only miss each other lingeringly.

Seemingly seeing through everything suddenly, Xiao Yu suddenly stood up and shouted to the outside of the hall: "Aunt Guo——"

"The servant is here!" Guo Xiangyun hurriedly stepped into the hall, she heard every word Xiao Yu said just now, so her heart ached even more, she seemed to have cried just now, when she heard Xiao Yu's shout, she wiped her face and asked, " What are the prince's orders?"

"Go and invite Imperial Physician Pei from the Imperial Hospital," Xiao Yu said slowly, as if he had been thinking about such a sentence for a long time.

Hearing Xiao Yu's order, Guo Xiangyun was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then realized something, and his heart ached even deeper, he hurriedly answered "Yes" respectfully, then turned and rushed into the rain and fog.

Looking at Guo Xiangyun's back blurred by the heavy rain, Xiao Yu laughed sadly. He really hoped that the love between him, Pei Huizhao, and them could also be diluted by the heavy rain, completely washed away, as if it never existed.

But can all this really go his way?Why does his heart ache so hard to breathe whenever he thinks of Pei Huizhao?Even so, are you going to give up?Give up her, give up his love, what about his future?
He once demanded domineeringly that since she swallowed his blood, she must be his woman for the rest of her life, but the cruel reality shattered his stubbornness.

He let go, what should she do?She has always thought that she and him are not suitable, not because she doesn't love him, but because of the disparity in their identities, it is him who insists on making her believe in him, and believe that he can give him (her) a beautiful future. the future of.

So, she agreed, and he knew that she, like him, had always been a person who kept her promises, and since she had already committed herself to him, she would never leave, never complain and never forget.

Unexpectedly, he was finally tied down by the secular world and decided to let go. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so. He just hoped that it would make life easier for both of them. Quietly waiting for the one who belongs to her lover.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu felt a little better.People are like this. When they are forced to make a decision, they always hope that the decision will develop in the best direction, but they completely forget that the decision against the heart is the beginning of all tragedies.

This sentence was finally verified most thoroughly when Xiao Yu met Pei Huizhao again after a long time, but at that time he and her could never go back to the past.

(End of this chapter)